I'm the only person in history who spent 24 hours in Paris and never saw the Eiffel Tower.
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So I catch a train to Paris from Lyon and figure that when I get to Paris, I should be able to find my way to London and ultimately Scotland. I'm down to very, very little money and figure I might be doing some hitchiking soon, but praying I don't have to. I was banking on there being a relatively cheap bus ticket available b/t Paris and London, so woo hoo for Euroline busses!
I get into Paris around 11 pm and I was thinking I would just crash in the Gare de Lyon train station, but it closes shop at Midnight. I tried a couple places that I figured no one would find me, but someone always did. I wasn't desperate or stupid enough to crash on a bathroom floor, so I dejectedly gave up and stepped outside.
I wake up in the morning and discover I now had two Russian roommates, they were cool for the bit we talked. I was getting out early because I needed to find an internet cafe to find a bus schedule and I wanted to take a free walking tour of Paris, so I needed to be to be to Saint Michaels Church by 11 am. I leave my bag locked up at the hostel and hit the road. I find an internet cafe and after a bit, find a bus schedule. It's not leaving till 6, so I have time to play tourist, but by the time I find the info I need and leave the cafe, I'm not sure I'm going to make it to St.
At Notre Dame I'm outside relaxing and taking everything in, when this woman from Somalia comes up and hands me a piece of paper. On the paper it explains that she is from Somalia and living in Paris with her sister who is very sick and they need money to take care of her. Now the thing about me, is that I have an amazing memory, I remember the most random things in the world, including 10 years prior when visiting Notre Dame having a woman from Somalia come up to my group and hand us a piece of paper explaining her dire situation. I also remember we gave her some Francs (we had to, we were on a church trip to see the Pope and we were at a church, it only made sense back then).
I stayed at Notre Dame until the rain ended and since I had never found the walking group, I just headed out on my own. I saw the Royal Palace and the Hotel de Ville. I grabbed a bite to eat and then headed back to the hostel to get my bag. I needed to head across town to get to the bus, so I said good bye to touring Paris and thought about getting to London.